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A Boring Summer

I am either the most awesome or the most awful parent on the planet, depending on your level of judginess (not an official word, but you know what I mean).

It has been approximately two weeks since school "officially" ended, and closer to a month for us home learners, and I've been letting Little L have unlimited screen time.  Yes, unlimited.  As in, no limits (within reason, of course, since everything is set to "safe search" and kid-friendly settings).

And while some might be concerned with her consumption of YouTube videos, Disney songs, and Roblox obbys, I am actually not.  At least, not right now.  Because I did the same thing she did when I was a kid, only my summer screen time involved passively gawking at Inspector Gadget, Bugs Bunny, the Flinstones and whatever other cartoons we were able to find on our cable networks.

By contrast, Little L is at least using executive functioning and sequencing skills when she plays King Rabbit, developing amazing ha…
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